"Snort..."

Above the arena, the five members of the Wuhun Hall team were attacked in all directions by the countless stingers.

At first, the five of them could defend themselves with the light armor outside their bodies. But as time passed, the soul power in the body was consumed more and more, and the energy contained in the needle did not decrease but increased.

Under the advantages of one and the other, the faces of the five people in the Martial Spirit Hall became more and more difficult to look at, and their brows became deeper and deeper.

They also tried to get rid of the needles, but they seemed to occupy some strange position, and they followed them. Wherever the five of them moved, the needles followed.

Click!

Finally, with a crisp sound, the light armor outside the body of the stick-wielding young man with a soul power of only level 63 broke through a crack.

In an instant, the dense needles seemed to have found an outlet, frantically surging into the tiny cracks.

The next moment, the expression of the young man with the stick was distorted, the blood outside his body was filled, and the cry of misery and pain came from the mouth of the young man with the stick.

Before the other four had time to care about the injuries of the young man with the stick, a series of crisp clicks sounded, and the defensive armor outside their bodies also cracked one after another.

In an instant, the heart-rending screams wafted from the top of the arena to all directions, and it was heart-wrenching to hear.

When the piercing continuous metal sound dissipated, the spectators in the stands stared blankly at the competition platform, unable to recover for a long time.

At this moment, a group of five people from the Martial Spirit Hall were curled up on the competition platform in pain, and their bodies were covered with tiny holes. In these holes, the flesh turned outward, like a small red flower blooming.

"Armor, Xuance... How are you?"

Looking at the miserable appearance of his companion, the face of the auxiliary soul master called Miyamoto changed greatly, and the staff in his hand quickly lit up with several rays of light, hitting the bodies of the five people.

"Wuhun Palace, this... Is this a defeat?!"

"The little guy from Tangmen really did it!"

"What is that little iron ball they just thrown? It's so powerful! It can actually break through the defenses of the Soul Emperor Soul Saint!"

"You say, if we have that thing, will we be able to hurt the existence of the Soul Saint?"

"But pull it down, didn't you find that the Tang Sect disciples threw the iron ball with the same gesture? There must be a mystery in it!"

......

The spectators in the stands recovered from the shock, their eyes firmly locked on Tang San and the others, their throats squirming.

On the rostrum, the Snow Night Emperor, the White Tiger Emperor, Yu Tianhao and others were also extremely uncalm, and they were all dumbfounded, especially Ning Fengzhi's jaw was about to fall.

"Door Master, what is that thing Rong Rong just used?" Seeing the terrifying power of that small iron ball with his own eyes, Ning Fengzhi looked at Wu Fang with excitement on his face.

He could naturally see that the little iron ball was not a martial spirit, but a kind of similar sidearm that could be mass-produced.

As a sect that mainly focuses on auxiliary soul masters, what they lack most is their own attack power. If he can have such a thing, even if the power is a little smaller, then the disciples of his Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect can also improve their self-preservation ability by leaps and bounds, and the overall strength of the sect will also take a big step forward.

"Dragon's beard needle. ”

The bland syllables fell, and Wu Fang looked at Ning Fengzhi: "What's the matter, Sect Master Ning has taken a fancy to this little thing?"

"It's really exciting. ”

Ning Fengzhi nodded noncommittally: "I wonder if the door master can mass produce?"

Just as Ning Fengzhi asked this question, the Snow Night Emperor, the White Tiger Emperor, and Yu Tianhao pricked up their ears at the same time, obviously they were also very interested in this dragon beard needle.

"Well...... this"

Wu Fang deliberately dragged out his tone, and then pointed his finger at Tang San: "You have to ask me this little apprentice, he made these things." ”

Hiss –

Hearing Wu Fang's words, Ning Fengzhi and the others gasped and looked at Tang San in horror, they never imagined that the other party still had this talent!

This little guy is simply an all-rounder!

Wu Fang smiled indifferently, turned his head to look at Bibi Dong with a solemn face, and stretched out his hand: "Isn't it time to give me the bet?"

"Who said the battle was over?"

Bibi Dong snorted coldly, turned to look at the competition platform, and Sen Han's eyes fell on the armor and Xuan Ce: "This battle, at all costs, must be won!"

On the fighting platform, Kai and Xuan Ce heard Bibi Dong's cold words, and their bodies trembled slightly, not caring about the terrible injuries on their bodies. The two looked at each other, their hesitant gazes as if they had made some kind of difficult decision.

"Third brother, this dragon whisker needle is really powerful! Even a soul saint of more than 70 levels can be injured! When I am free, you can make me two more, and I will use it for self-defense in the future." ”

Ning Rongrong's little face was full of excitement, since her soul power broke through level 30, she had learned the secret weapon technique of bat wing reincarnation under Tang San's teaching, but because the dragon whisker needle was too precise, it was a little troublesome to make, and she had always practiced with stones before. Now, seeing the power of the dragon beard needle with his own eyes, his heart was deeply shocked.

"Little San, have we won this game?" Oscar looked at Tang San, and was also shocked by the power of the dragon beard needle.

"It's not over yet. Looking at the armor and Xuan Ce who had struggled to get up from the ground, Tang San's brows furrowed, and his face was heavy.

He could feel that the aura of the two of them had changed, and they were a little more violent than before.

At this moment, the armor and Xuan Ce, his eyes were red, there were dense blood beads floating around his body, and his face was bulging, more like a fierce beast that wanted to devour.

Roar –

A low roar came out of the mouths of both of them at the same time, and then the soul rings on their bodies flickered regularly.

With each fluctuation of the soul ring, the blood beads outside the two of them would become more and more bright red and strong.

Xuan Ce's figure moved, flicking the scythe-like martial soul in his hand, and with a whoosh, it swept towards the armor from behind.

At the moment when the armor and Xuan Ce's bodies collided, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the staff in his hand by the auxiliary soul master, and with the sound of the spell in his mouth, two strange black lights quickly merged into the bodies of the first two.

At this moment, the bodies of the armor and Xuan Ce completely collided together. The strange thing is that the two people did not bounce off each other due to the force of the collision, but their figures overlapped and overlapped.

In the blood-red light, the two turned into one person. Looking closely, it was impossible to determine for a while whether this person who was combined into one was more like armor or more like Xuan Ce.

"Aren't they the geniuses you've worked so hard to cultivate for twenty years?

On the rostrum, Wu Fang glanced at the armor and Xuan Ce who were integrated into one, as well as the auxiliary soul master who fell to the ground and twitched as if he had been counterattacked, his eyes fell on Bibi Dong's body, and his brows furrowed.

"There are times when they have to make sacrifices for the Spirit Palace. ”

Bibi Dong looked at the competition platform very calmly: "In this battle, the Wuhun Hall must win!"

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